Mistaken Identities
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
17,920
Reviews:
69
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0
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Making Bargains
“I’m not sure, but I think the spell they have on them is designed to make magic go wrong. Or maybe bounce back at the caster. Either way, we couldn’t use magic without it going very wrong. Am I right?” Hermione directed the question at the man at the other end of Draco’s knife. He just sneered at her.
Draco nodded expressionlessly and kept his eyes on the man on the bed. *What the hell is up with him?* Draco had been acting a little strange since the event in the subway.
“We will tell you nothing,” grated the man on the floor.
“I don’t want you to tell me anything.” Hermione responded sharply. He made a sound of disbelief.
“We don’t?” Draco sounded completely neutral, face icy and detached. Hermione frowned at him.
“Nope. We want them to pass along a message.”
“Right, a message. What was it again? Take us to your leader?” Draco snickered a little as he said it.
Almost against her will, she felt a small smile steal over her lips.
“More like, we’d like to arrange a meeting with your leader or a representative of your leader.” Hermione said. The man under her bucked and she clucked her disapproval at him, digging the knife in just enough to break the skin slightly. “Stop wiggling.”
“I like my message better.”
“I’m sure you do. But mine is more practical. We’re offering the journal of Retamus Filius in exchange for just a meeting.” The man on the bed started and stared at her and Hermione felt a small flush of success. It was clear that that name meant something. “We want to discuss further trade with someone authorized to do so. Clear?” The man under her did not move so she repeated herself. “Is what we want clear?” She hissed.
“It’s clear. But we don’t trade.” The man on the bed responded, sounding angry.
“If someone hears us out and refuses, we’ll go and never go looking again. Otherwise, I’ll have so many wizards prowling this city you won’t be able to sneeze without us hearing.”
“Who are you to call on so many wizards?” The man on the bed sneered at her.
“I don’t have to be anybody. I just have to know how to locate the main offices of wizarding newspapers and magazines. It is not, I assure you, difficult.” She gave him a vicious smile.
The man glared at her but nodded.
“I will pass your message along.” He grated out. “Now release us.”
“I’ll let your little friend go first. Then you. And do not enter this hotel past the lobby again. And then, only to leave a message at the front desk. Clear?”
Again he nodded. Hermione hauled the man under her up, keeping the knife pressed against him. With a wave of her hand, the door opened and she tossed him out.
“Start walking.”
“No.” The man said sulkily.
“We don’t let him go until you are off this floor. So move.” She growled.
The man on the bed nodded his head and the other man left, body rigid with rage.
She nodded sharply to Draco who hauled the second man to the door and tossed him out as well.
“Take care.” He said with a cheery wave and the he slammed the door. “Think that worked?” He asked.
“I guess we’ll find out.”
Draco nodded expressionlessly and kept his eyes on the man on the bed. *What the hell is up with him?* Draco had been acting a little strange since the event in the subway.
“We will tell you nothing,” grated the man on the floor.
“I don’t want you to tell me anything.” Hermione responded sharply. He made a sound of disbelief.
“We don’t?” Draco sounded completely neutral, face icy and detached. Hermione frowned at him.
“Nope. We want them to pass along a message.”
“Right, a message. What was it again? Take us to your leader?” Draco snickered a little as he said it.
Almost against her will, she felt a small smile steal over her lips.
“More like, we’d like to arrange a meeting with your leader or a representative of your leader.” Hermione said. The man under her bucked and she clucked her disapproval at him, digging the knife in just enough to break the skin slightly. “Stop wiggling.”
“I like my message better.”
“I’m sure you do. But mine is more practical. We’re offering the journal of Retamus Filius in exchange for just a meeting.” The man on the bed started and stared at her and Hermione felt a small flush of success. It was clear that that name meant something. “We want to discuss further trade with someone authorized to do so. Clear?” The man under her did not move so she repeated herself. “Is what we want clear?” She hissed.
“It’s clear. But we don’t trade.” The man on the bed responded, sounding angry.
“If someone hears us out and refuses, we’ll go and never go looking again. Otherwise, I’ll have so many wizards prowling this city you won’t be able to sneeze without us hearing.”
“Who are you to call on so many wizards?” The man on the bed sneered at her.
“I don’t have to be anybody. I just have to know how to locate the main offices of wizarding newspapers and magazines. It is not, I assure you, difficult.” She gave him a vicious smile.
The man glared at her but nodded.
“I will pass your message along.” He grated out. “Now release us.”
“I’ll let your little friend go first. Then you. And do not enter this hotel past the lobby again. And then, only to leave a message at the front desk. Clear?”
Again he nodded. Hermione hauled the man under her up, keeping the knife pressed against him. With a wave of her hand, the door opened and she tossed him out.
“Start walking.”
“No.” The man said sulkily.
“We don’t let him go until you are off this floor. So move.” She growled.
The man on the bed nodded his head and the other man left, body rigid with rage.
She nodded sharply to Draco who hauled the second man to the door and tossed him out as well.
“Take care.” He said with a cheery wave and the he slammed the door. “Think that worked?” He asked.
“I guess we’ll find out.”